In a remote village there lived a Brahmin whose good nature and
charitable disposition were proverbial. Equally proverbial also were
the ill-nature and uncharitable disposition of the Brahmani--his
wife. But as Paramesvara (God) had joined them in matrimony, they
had to live together as husband and wife, though their temperaments
were so incompatible. Every day the Brahmin had a taste of his wife's
ill-temper, and if any other Brahmin was invited to dinner by him,
his wife, somehow or other, would manage to drive him away.
One fine summer morning a rather stupid Brahmin friend of his came
to visit our hero and was at once invited to dinner. He told his
wife to have dinner ready earlier than usual, and went off to the
river to bathe. His friend not feeling very well that day wanted a
hot bath at the house, and so did not follow him to the river, but
remained sitting in the outer verandah. If any other guest had come,
the wife would have accused him of greediness to his face and sent
him away, but this visitor seemed to be a special friend of her lord,
so she did not like to say anything; but she devised a plan to make
him go away of his own accord.
She proceeded to smear the ground before her husband's friend with
cowdung, and placed in the midst of it a long pestle, supporting
one end of it against the wall. She next approached the pestle most
solemnly and performed worship (puja) to it. The guest did not in the
least understand what she was doing, and respectfully asked her what
it all meant.
"This is what is called pestle worship," she replied. "I do it as a
daily duty, and this pestle is intended to break the head of some human
being in honour of a goddess, whose feet are most devoutly worshipped
by my husband. Every day as soon as he returns from his bath in the
river, he takes this pestle, which I am ordered to keep ready for him
before his return, and with it breaks the head of any human being
whom he has managed to get hold of by inviting him to a meal. This
is his tribute (dakshina) to the goddess; to-day you are the victim."
The guest was much alarmed.
"What! break the head of a guest! I at any rate shall not be deceived
to-day," thought he, and prepared to run away.
The Brahmin's wife appeared to sympathise with his sad plight,
and said:--
"Really, I do pity you. But there is one thing you can do now to save
yourself. If you go out by the front door and walk down the street
my husband may follow you, so you had better go out by the back door."
To this plan the guest most thankfully agreed, and hastily ran off
by the back door.
Almost immediately our hero returned from his bath, but before he
could arrive his wife had cleaned up the place she had prepared for
the pestle worship, and when the Brahmin, not finding his friend in
the house inquired of her as to what had become of him, she said in
seeming anger:--
"The greedy brute! he wanted me to give him this pestle--this very
pestle which I brought forty years ago as a dowry from my mother's
house, and when I refused he ran away by the back-yard in haste."
But her kind-hearted lord observed that he would rather lose the
pestle than his guest, even though it was a part of his wife's dowry,
and more than forty years old. So he ran off with the pestle in his
hand after his friend, crying out,
"Oh Brahmin! Oh Brahmin! Stop please, and take the pestle."
But the story told by the old woman now seemed all the more true to
the guest when he saw her husband running after him, and so he said,
"You and your pestle may go where you please. Never more will you
catch me in your house," and ran away.